Page 28 of Romeo
“Fuck!”
I press down on the gas, running a couple of red lights to get to Cherry. I look in the rearview mirror and thank fuck nobody is trailing us. I’m so damn paranoid; my heart is pumping fast.
I drive down the street to the school and pull into the parking lot.
“Fuck, the parking spots are taken,” I huff.
“There’s some in the back row,” Fiend says, pointing.
“Right.”
I drive to the back row and back into the spot so I can see. I turn off the cage and look at the school building, holding onto the steering wheel tight. I roll down my window to get fresh air. My chest feels tight.
A couple of minutes later, I see students exit the building and walk to their cars. I look for Cherry, but I don’t see her. I’m going to tell her that she needs to get out of class fast.
Finally, I see Cherry walk out of the building and down the walkway, looking around.
“I need to text her; she’s looking for the bike,” I huff, pulling out my cell.
I slide my finger over the screen, look up at her, and then type the text.
Romeo ~ Baby, I’m in the cage.
I hold the cell and watch Cherry walk, twisting her head. Then, a car pulls out of the parking space, drives slowly, and gets close to her. Then I see a huge fucker jump out of the car and grab Cherry.
My heart stops and then starts pounding fast as I watch Cherry kick and yell, but she can’t fight off the fucking ape.
“Motherfucker!” I growl, turning on the cage and pressing the gas.
“Look, that’s Rose getting into the passenger door.
“Fucking bitch! She’s taking Cherry,” I yell, pressing down on the gas.
The black fucking car is the same black Dodge Charger that tried to run us over.
“That Charger almost ran us over when I was dropping Cherry off. It was intentional. Fucking hell, I need to listen to my gut feeling! Dad always said that’s what will keep me alive,” I yell, chasing the fucking car.
The cage doesn’t make the turns as smooth as the Charger, and fuck, the fuckers are speeding. But I follow, I can see them, and I’ll be damned if I lose them.
“I’ll call the Brothers,” Fiend shouts, pulling out his cell phone to make the call.
“Demon, some fuckers took Cherry. We’re chasing them,” Fiend yells, holding onto the dash and looking around the streets.
I don’t know what the fuck Demon said, but I know that the Brothers will be here; they have our backs. Period.
“We’re on Folsom Blvd passing the Becks Store,” Fiend says.
Fiend ends the call and pulls out his Glock from the back.
“The Brothers will use GPS to ping us and Cherry! Fuck, that’s a fucking relief,” Fiend hums, holding his Glock.
“That’s right, but I’m still following the fuckers. They don’t fucking know that we’re following them since they slowed down.
The motherfuckers pull into a small warehouse in an isolated part of the industrial street. I turn off my lights and drive slowly.I stop to look at the bastards, and Rose gets out of the car. The tall, ape-looking asshole pulls Cherry out of the car.
“Let me go,” Cherry yells.
The fucking ape slaps her, and Rose grabs her hair.
